My name’s Amber and you’ve found my profile page. Last updated on February 18, 2021.
A Little About Me
I’m a thirtysomething freelance writer and blogger with aspirations of becoming a journalist. I adore travel, languages, deep conversations, black coffee, and red wine. Outside of writing, I love to draw, paint, play music, and care for my plant babies. I live in Colorado with my wonderful partner.
I’ve been a writer on Medium since September 2020, and I’ve been featured in publications such as Curious, Wholistique, and An Injustice! I am also the owner and editor of The Juicy Life— a space for telling stories, sharing experiences, and inspiring each other to live more boldly and juice-fully.
Thoughts on being a late bloomer — and why it’s not so bad to be one, after all
The Beauty of Being a Late Bloomer
Feb 22, 2021
I took a long time to “grow up”.
I spent most of my twenties traveling, job-hopping, and trying on one hat after another to see what would fit. After finishing college, I was in and out of school several times but never earned another degree (a fact I hope to change soon). I dated around, I dabbled in various things, and I didn’t have…
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A poem about living creatively
Instead of rushing through life, take the time you need to discover your true path.
I took a long time to “grow up”.
I spent most of my twenties traveling, job-hopping, and trying on one hat after another to see what would fit. After finishing college, I was in and out of school several times but never earned another degree (a fact I hope to change soon). I dated around, I dabbled in various things, and I didn’t have anything resembling a “settled” life until I was close to my 30th birthday.
Meanwhile, all around me, my peers were finishing grad school, getting married, having kids. They’d settled into sensible adult careers, many of them…
Let’s stop treating our lady parts like they’re dirty
Vaginal steaming: an ancient practice famously touted for its health benefits by the likes of Gwyneth Paltrow. It’s also famously been debunked by actual doctors and health experts.
Yet, vaginal steaming — also known as yoni steaming — remains a thing. It’s on the menu of services at some spas and wellness centers. The steam is supposed to cleanse and purify our vaginas, wombs, and general nether regions.
But not only does this practice have zero proven benefits — it’s also potentially dangerous. …
A short story about love and trusting in the great unknown.
The girl sat at the edge of the precipice, pondering. Contemplating.
Everything and everyone she had ever known, and the city she had grown up in, lay behind her. Below, a vast unknown filled with depths that frightened her stretched out to the edge of the horizon. Far beneath the soles of her feet, the crashing of waves broke against the stone wall of the cliff.
Her feet and lower legs dangled dangerously. She wiggled her toes, savoring the warm ocean breeze as it kissed her feet and tossed the waves of her hair.
There was nothing to stop her…
A poem of longing for summertime
Feeling a little less than sparkly this week — and learning to embrace it
Not Every Day is Sparkly and Joyous
Feb 10, 2021
Yesterday was a strange day.
I remember looking out the window and seeing the sun shining through the clouds. The sun was out, somewhat, but the grass was yellow, the trees were bare, and it was 30° outside. A nice day, but not a beautiful day. Not the kind of day that beckons me outside to play…
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What if we knew that that was okay and stopped beating ourselves up for having off days?
Yesterday was a strange day.
I remember looking out the window and seeing the sun shining through the clouds. The sun was out, somewhat, but the grass was yellow, the trees were bare, and it was 30° outside. A nice day, but not a beautiful day. Not the kind of day that beckons me outside to play.
These days happen sometimes. Usually, in the winter months, I can surround myself with some form of comfort (or at least distraction) to warm my body and lift my spirits. Yesterday was not one of those days.
Life is good, generally; I’ve got…
Amber Carlson
Freelance writer & blogger. Empath, questioner, student of life and seeker of truth. Too many hobbies. Featured in Wholistique, Curious, An Injustice! and DDI.
